If you guys haven't been to Cox Bloc then I suggest your run/type quickly to it. First Godd Till solves the mystery of Steve Simmons and his rapidly changing opinions and he does it with an obscure anarchist reference to an even more obscure English striker:
I propose there is no "Steve Simmons," not in the sense of one idiotic Toronto Sun columnist, anyway. Rather, there are many, participating in an ingenious long-running act of cultural sabotage. Their goal is not just to mock our fascination with the meaningless world of professional sports, thereby exposing it as the opiate of the 21st-century masses, but to actually fully destroy the bourgeois concepts of logic and reason themselves, paving the way for society as an endless carnival where the jester is king and the hyenas of the state are left to feast joylessly on their own entrails. Or something like that. The "Steve Simmons" who appears on the Reporters is either one of the most brilliant cultural terrorists of our time, or a well-meaning carpet salesman from Ajax who is under the mistaken impression that he is a widely loved sportswriter.
As if that revelation wasn't shocking enough, there is a winner in Coxbloc's 1967 Contest: Howard Berger! Apparently, PPP's guess of Damien Cox lost (much to everyone's surprise) so he has to write a 'have to send a not-obviously-sarcastic complimentary e-mail' to Howard.